Mercenaries in Two Worlds

Unfortunately, his expectations were high. In just one day, Zhang Qian's face was almost frozen from smiling. His old customers always gave vague answers, saying that they would transfer the money if they had it, but the suppliers probably wouldn't pay back by the end of the month, which would be a bit difficult. Considering Zhang Qian's usual service, they basically made comforting promises of tens of thousands of yuan.

Zhang Qian had no choice but to keep smiling and saying thank you. He understood the ins and outs of the matter: no matter how good a teller's service was, it couldn't compare to the professionalism of an account manager. That's why customers were generally more willing to support their dedicated account managers at the end of the month.

It's almost time to leave work. Looking at the empty lobby, I guess that's how my day will be. I can't help but feel a little annoyed.

Zhong Hui was initially a little scared seeing Zhang Qian working so hard today, but seeing the mediocre results, he relaxed and became unusually excited, talking incessantly, which annoyed Zhang Qian. However, as a colleague, he couldn't say anything and could only respond half-heartedly.

Thinking that he was already a highly accomplished "master" in his cultivation, yet still troubled by performance issues in "anonymity," a feeling of transcending the world yet re-entering it arose spontaneously. He couldn't help but find it funny, and his somewhat depressed mood was swept away, and he cheered up again.

Zhang Qian's philosophy since childhood has been that there is no problem that cannot be solved, and there is always a way forward.

"Zhang Qian, quickly process a black card for Mr. Wang." Ouyang Xiuyan shouted, banging on the glass at the counter. Zhang Qian, who was thinking about something and counting the receipts, looked up and saw Ouyang Xiuyan guiding a customer to sit down.

"Okay." After clipping the summons together, Zhang Qian bent down to get the black and gold blank card.

Suddenly, the customer called out, "Hey, young man, we meet again." It turned out that this customer was none other than Fatty Wang, whom Zhang Qian had rescued from the thugs the night before.

"Oh, it's you. Could you please give me your ID card?"

"Okay, all done."

Ouyang Xiu was secretly pleased to see that Zhang Qian knew this Mr. Wang. He had never met this client before, only when he left work...

As I was leaving, I happened to see him get out of a BMW 7 Series and walk into the branch. With the mindset of "better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free," I took on the role of the lobby manager and personally greeted him.

During a brief conversation, I learned that this customer, surnamed Wang, was a Zhejiang businessman who was here to build a factory. I immediately led him to the counter to open a VIP card.

"Haha, Zhang Qian, you and Mr. Wang knew each other before? What a coincidence."

"No, we don't really know each other, we've only met once."

"So, young man, your surname is Zhang. My name is Wang Dacai. Here's my business card." Fatty Wang had witnessed Zhang Qian's methods last night and knew he was no ordinary person. Having traveled across most of the country, he was well-traveled and knew that meeting someone with such extraordinary abilities was a rare and precious opportunity. Therefore, he adopted a very polite attitude, completely unlike his previous domineering demeanor when conducting business at the bank.

"Okay, sure." As a frontline service worker, Zhang Qian was still polite. He took the business card with both hands, put it in the business card holder in the drawer, and then handed over his own business card.

Fatty Wang took Zhang Qian's business card, his eyes narrowing into slits with a smile, as if he were holding something precious. He examined it carefully several times before gently placing it into his wallet.

Zhang Qian felt a chill run down his spine. "Damn, is this really necessary? It makes it seem like something evil is going on... Ugh... I don't even want to think about it, it's disgusting."

With just a glance, Ouyang Xiuyan's eyes, honed through years of training, saw the seven characters "Chairman of Hongqiang Group" written on the business card. Seeing how much Wang Pangzi valued Zhang Qian, he was overjoyed!

Zhang Qian felt that the director's smile was familiar. Oh, right, isn't that the same smile that pimps give to their sugar daddies on TV? He lowered his head, too lazy to look at the two of them anymore, and focused on his business.

When Zhong Hui saw Zhang Qian acquainted with this customer at the next counter, his back stiffened slightly. He recognized the Vacheron Constantin watch on the customer's wrist. He kept repeating to himself, "Fake, fake, all fake."

Seeing that neither of them had explained how they met, Ouyang Xiu, being a seasoned veteran, didn't delve into it. Instead, he talked about various business information in Jun Gui Town to liven up the atmosphere.

Zhang Qian was initially afraid that Fatty Wang would reveal that he possessed martial arts skills, but fortunately, the fat man was sensible and didn't mention it at all.

"Mr. Wang, would you like to deposit some money?" I quickly processed the card, handed it to him, and asked him the question as per the procedure.

"Haha, yes, yes! Brother Zhang, it's almost the end of the month, do you have any deposit targets?"

Everyone was stunned, never having seen such a proactive offer of deposits. Zhang Qian scratched the back of his head, unsure how to respond, as he'd never encountered such an overly eager customer before! He thought to himself, "As a highly skilled individual, should I speak directly? Or should I be more subtle? How can I appear to be not expecting anything in return for my kindness? This is so difficult."

Just as he was trying to have his cake and eat it too, Ouyang Xiuyan interjected, "Mr. Wang, don't you need the funds for building the factory for the time being? Our bank's short-term wealth management interest rates are higher than other banks. Let me introduce them to you!"

As expected of an experienced investor, the ostensible statement meant, "You have spare funds, and I can introduce you to some good investment options to avoid wasting interest." Of course, the real meaning was, "I want to deposit money; are you willing to do that?"

"Haha, okay, with fifty million, it should last about a week."

"Fifty million..." Zhong Hui exclaimed in surprise, realizing he had lost his composure. He quickly covered his mouth, then felt a flush on his face. He had been watching Zhang Qian make a fool of himself all day, but unexpectedly, a major reversal occurred just before the end of the workday, which made him furious.

"Mr. Wang, this way please. Let's go to the office to talk." Ouyang Xiuyan was overjoyed when he heard about the fifty million, his face beaming with joy, and he paid no attention to Zhong Hui.

"This performance should be attributed to Brother Zhang!"

"Of course, of course." Seeing the two walk into the manager's office, Zhang Qian felt a little happy. Last night, his small favor had brought him a big client. He could give Ouyang Xiuyan a satisfactory answer. He had completed his performance target so easily and happily. It was simply great.

Ouyang Xiuyan became a director—essentially a bank manager—in his early thirties, which was no easy feat. He was already on the fast track to success, and with good performance as fuel, soaring to the top was not a dream. Zhang Qian hoped this humane leader could go far. As for himself, since witnessing the wonders of the other world, he had become indifferent to such things. He could easily exchange spirit stones for real gold and silver in the other world, which would be a considerable fortune.

"Oh right, how come I didn't think of that? Hahahaha." Zhang Qian grinned as he thought about exchanging spirit stones for some gold. But Zhong Hui, standing nearby, saw it as a slap in the face. He had just said this morning that Zhang Qian couldn't possibly complete the mission, but now he had exceeded the target by dozens of times. It was as if he had been slapped hard in the face. His face darkened, he snorted, and turned away, muttering, "What incredible luck."

Unfortunately, Zhang Qian was so engrossed in his get-rich-quick scheme that he completely failed to realize he had embarrassed others and didn't even notice...

The supervisor, who had been watching the whole thing, couldn't help but shake his head, agreeing that Zhang Qian was just smiling smugly. He thought to himself that while the youthful rivalry might be a bit petty, it was actually good for a company's development; a little bit of tension made the competition more intense.

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